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Unfortunately, I also watch the guy behind her admire her rear end as she straightens.

I try to glower at him in the mirror but he doesn’t see me at all.

He’s just focused on the luscious globes of Laney’s ass.

My ass.

Laney is bent at the waist again, her wrists turned over and stretching out as she swings slowly from side to side. Then she inhales and as she exhales she rises slowly.

It’s like the sun cresting over the lakefront horizon.

And Mr. Death Wish is still staring.

“C’mon, that’s good, let’s go over here.” I grumble.

“Alright!” Laney claps and she bends down to grab her water bottle just as I move to put my body between hers and his eyes. The pink bike short clad ass causing all the issues backs into my crotch and awareness crests over us both.

Laney, being the temptress she is, curls herself up, keeping her ass pressed against my groin and I bite my tongue hard enough to draw blood in order to keep my senses. When she’s standing at her full height her entire back is aligned with mine.

I cave and run my nose up her neck. “You’ve got fans here Laney, don’t make me claim you in front of them.”

She turns and glances around my shoulder at the guy who, I pray for his sake, got the message.

“Oh him? I can handle him.”

“I can’t.” I admit.

Her fingers interlace with mine. I hadn’t even realized they’d fallen to her hips to hold her against me.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Kill him.”

She laughs and I let my smile crack. She steps away from me, our intense moment popping like bubbles in the air.

“Alright Coach. Let’s work out.”

Chapter twenty

Laney

We’re doing fun stuff now.

“Grabmyankles.”Miguelcommands.

“Are you serious?” I ask.

“Yes Laney, hold them as you dip down. I’ll be pushing up.”

“Why can’t we just do this normally.”

“Because this is more fun.”

“Fun isn’t exactly a word I’d use to describe you and your coaching.”

“Well, add it. We’re doing fun stuff now.”

“Is this because Mr. Death Wish asked me how long I’d been training with my uncle?” I ask as I stand between Miguel’s spread legs. “He was doing it to piss you off.”